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THE WILD WARDROBE – GETTING DRESSED CAN BE SCARY.

THE WILD WARDROBE

 

the wild wardrobe picture

 

How many times have you told your children to put their clothes away? Does it feel like your requests are falling on deaf ears?

Perhaps the tale of this messy boy and his backyard adventures will make them listen.

 

 

THE WILD WARDROBE

 

I went outside to find my shoe

And promptly stepped in possum poo

I hear them play a lot at night

But in the day they’re out of sight

They like to jump around on trees

Munching bits of fruit and leaves

They often fight and sometimes scream

Their noise can really ruin my dream

 

 

The Wild Wardrobe picture

Munching bits of fruit and leaves

 

 

I climbed a tree to get my sock

But what I saw gave me a shock

A kookaburra with a snake

It made me scared; it made me shake

The snake was wriggling in its beak

Its future did indeed seem bleak

The snake fought well, bit kooka’s brow

I’d like to know who’s laughing now?

 

 

the wild wardrobe picture

I’d like to know who’s laughing now?

 

 

I had to search beneath a chair

To find my bright red underwear

And hiding there, set to attack

A creepy, crawly, mean red-back

I screamed at him to go away

The spider stayed, to my dismay

I’d settle for my boxers blue

I think I left them in the loo

 

The Wild Wardrobe picture

A creepy, crawly, mean red back.

 

 

My shorts were left inside my cubby

With a bush rat that was getting chubby

They are supposed to sleep at day

But tempting food had made him stay

He didn’t scare, coz I was tough

I went away til he’d had enough

Then grabbed my shorts and ran like mad

I didn’t want to meet his dad!

 

My shirt was strung along the fence

Where bushes grew so very dense

There sat a lizard with tongue so blue

I screamed at him to “shoo, shoo, shoo”

This rude reptile just hissed at me

It made me want to flee, flee, flee

I stood my ground and stomped my feet

He’d have to find another seat

 

My jacket was on the roof so high

Where a magpie tried to peck my eye

The bird was mad and set to fight

I had to stand with all my might

It flapped and fluttered and gave a squawk

It would not let me run or walk

I swung my coat into the air

The bird flew off, without a care

 

the wild wardrobe picture

Where the crickets liked to jump and jump

 

My toothbrush was on an old tree stump

Where crickets liked to jump and jump

Ants discovered toothpaste is yummy

A really good way to fill the tummy

I grabbed my brush; they crawled on my arm

Could the humble ant do any harm?

I pushed them away, just to be sure

I didn’t want ant disease; there is no cure

 

Where was my comb? It was anyone’s guess

It had to be hidden in this backyard mess

I looked up and down; I looked all around

When I spotted a great big hole in the ground

I peered inside, armed with cricket bat

And came face to face with a big wombat

He blinked his eyes and shook his head

Then turned his back and went to bed

 

The Wild Wardrobe - echidna picture

An echidna gorging ants

 

Last of all I needed my hat

Which had been snatched by a neighbour’s cat

I searched around Mum’s flowers and plants

And saw an echidna gorging ants

He looked at me with his spike display

It really was a scary day

I had my clothes so I left the yard

Compared to it, school wasn’t so hard

 

the wild wardrobe picture

Being just as sweet as animals should

 

But then along my way to school

I ran into a kangaroo

On TV shows they’re mostly good

Being just as sweet as animals should

It’s different when you’re face to face

I found myself in some disgrace

The roo stood tall in boxing stance

And I ran home to change my pants

 

Wishing you a tidy and gleeful week, Tamuria

 

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12 Comments

  1. adorable poem. I had 2 girls so I never had to deal with the “boy” thing.
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    • Thanks Lisa. Three sons turned me into the Queen of Nagging. 🙂 But it did little good regarding piles of clothes once they hit their teens.

  2. What a delightful poem, Tamuria. You had me hooked at Possum Poo. 🙂
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  3. rozbeads

    Now just how clever & creative can you get? i so look forward to your weekly blogs as I never know what topic they will be on. What I do know is they are fun, come from your heart and life experience, clever, disply your many talents & a joy to read.

  4. This is a charming poem with great imagination, Tami! Having had only one girl, who although she was a tomboy, never really got dirty or did “boy-like” things. I’ve heard all about boys and how different they are from girls. Here’s to interesting adventures for 2016!

    • Thank you Beverley. My little Goddesses are proving to be just as messy as their dads were but when I do the ‘girlie’ version of this I might have pink unicorns stealing their dresses. 🙂

  5. Delia Rusu

    I totally love this poem! It’s so wonderful Tami – you should consider writing a book for kids! It works so well for girls also, not just boys for sure. I tell ya from my own experience 😉

    So I can’t wait to share it with my daughters, I bet they’ll have a good laugh but then carry on with their messy “creativity” haha!
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    • I’m so glad you enjoyed it Delia. Yes, I might do as little book for the Goddesses one of these days. 🙂

  6. Very talented and creative poems! Thanks for sharing.
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